We buried him in deep November brown hat brown suit brown shoes Color of sorrow of sepia of sienna of a thousand burnt photographs fading into their horizon Color of the linoleum I scrubbed with a toothbrush the day I was forced to dig my own grave for the crimes I committed like living A hole much smaller than the one in my heart We buried … Continue reading Of Papa Who Sang In the Opera by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
Medusa–from Greek; protectress; guardian The owl and the pussycat went out to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat –Edward Lear 1. How I drowned in my mother’s tears alone and unrocked is the part of the story I leave out– how we shivered and swayed in the shadow of the storm how hurricanes had nothing on my father ! Shiver and sway shiver and sway … Continue reading Glass Nobodies by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
in the pale blue hours of the morning dying streetlamps like fading dreams of ghosts haunt lonely drifters who drag the street nicotine fingers and tattooed promises– the human stains of memory that burn deep and what lingers… how the rear-view mirror reflected in the corner of his eye how the light died beneath my feet Continue reading “smoke” by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
